The Sons

“Supposedly my father was a descendant of the First Wolf, one of the sons of one of his son’s, sons.”

Vanquish whistled. Frowning in confusion he asked. “Do you think the rumors are true, that Fury is him?”

“That’s what they say.” I murmured. Shrugging. I tried to remember if I’d ever seen him or if father had ever mentioned him. But just thinking about it was making my head ache and my vision begin to blur enough that I could tell it was warning me that there would be another series of tremors, if I kept pushing at the barrier of my brain.

“But you’ve met the man, what do you think?”

“I think Fury unsettles me and he certainly feels different to be around.” I admitted. Remembering how I always felt the need to skitter from his path.

As though he’s more animal than the rest.

***

“Do you know about his sons?” Vanquish said. “The others?”

“Others?”

What others? I had no idea what he was